Can you spare fifty cents?

I’m a writer, a teacher and most importantly a humanitarian.  I care about the people of this world, even those who may be butt-heads and act like bullies on the playground.  A small little thing happened this weekend that got me thinking about our interactions with others around us.  Yesterday I had to stop and put gas in Kevin’s car at Circle K.  As I was paying for my slushie and the gas, a very tired looking young man came through the door and stood there for a moment.  His actions caught my attention and I regarded him for a second before he asked the attendant if Circle K charged for water.  The young lady behind the counter said yes they charge for the cup the water had to be put in.  Wiping his brow, he sighed heavily and shuffled out the door.  I felt so bad for him.  I think it was the sigh which really got my attention. Good grief,  it was only some small change and that poor young man didn’t even have that in his pocket. Being that it was hot outside, I poked my head out the door and told him to come back in, I’d pay for the cup.  Four hours later I passed him as I was going home from my job at Crane Creek.  He was making the downhill trip on foot over the large pass between Hiawassee and Young Harris, some 15 miles away from Circle K.  I could only surmise that he either was homeless, or he didn’t have access to a vehicle and walked his way to work.   In any regard, I’m glad I could spare him that fifty cents for a big glass of water.  I should have asked him if he was hungry too.

This morning that young man was on my mind as I wondered how our world would be if we all spared something or another for our fellow human beings, even the butt-heads.  Would kindness and generosity lead by example, or would there always be creatons who would screw things up?  It’s definitely a question to ponder.  I will, though, always be ready to spare fifty cents or whatever my neighbor may need.

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17 thoughts on “Can you spare fifty cents?

  1. hiyacynthia says:

    Bless you, sweet thing! That was so nice. The world needs more like you…

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  2. fuonlyknew says:

    You shine! If only everyone did this, what a world we would have!

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  3. leslieglatt says:

    Connie that is what I have always LOVED about you. You have a huge heart.

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  4. Your story takes me down Memory Lane to a cold, snowy night as I hurried down Madison Avenue in NYC to the train station and was accosted by young man: “Can you help a guy out with a hot cup of soup?” I declined and quickened my step. But numb from the icy wind, before I got halfway through the next block I had a twinge of pity and turned back in search of the fellow. Visibility was poor and I must have walked for 2 or 3 blocks when finally I saw him. I caught up and asked, “how much is a cup of soup?” “Five dollars,” he said. I gave it to him, but couldn’t help thinking that soup had gone up a lot since I lived in Manhattan!

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  5. You are a nice woman! And I think this post is wonderful. It takes so little sometimes to make a difference in another person’s life. I’m sure that young man will remember your kindness many times over the years.

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    • Thank you Kathy! As a child I was always taught to watch out and care for others. I have passed this along to my children who are the same way. I do want to make a difference in other people’s lives. 🙂

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  6. What you did requires that we keep our eyes open to others. It’s easy to be so focused on what we’re doing that we don’t see others in need. Well done.

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  7. It’s so easy to get focused on what we’re doing that we don’t see the needs of others. Good for you for both keeping your eyes open to see the need and then acting on it.

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  8. Joseph Pinto says:

    50 cents in your hand but a fortune in your heart… 🙂

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  9. I always spare 50 cents or more if i have it in my pocket to give. You’re such a kind soul!

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  10. When I was 18, hitch-hiking, I bought a cup of coffee at a convenience store on a hilltop above Belle Fourche, SD. I was standing beside my pack, sipping coffee when the girl came out and invited me to drink inside, out of the wind. A trucker with a cowboy hat said he’d give me a ride, but he was going the other way. I remember this not because I really minded drinking coffee in the wind but because these people treated me, without fear, as if I were a human being.

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